January 15, 2010
Undertaking a ‘lifelong’ yoga practise is possibly the most frustrating thing I’ve ever done. There I’ve said it. What’s even more annoying is that I decided to practise Ashtanga yoga. Possibly the most physically challenging yoga that there is. I only started ashtanga cause it was the nearest yoga class to my house. Now if I go to other classes, i realise that I’m a yoga snob. ‘Look how they move so slowly. Look how they don’t breathe using there bandas. The Fools!!’
The problem is, Batman is very flexible. He can put his legs behind his head and do a back band from standing. We started doing yoga at the same time 5 years ago. I can barely touch my toes.
Ok ok so I lapse from my practise every once in a while (like six months on, six months off) but so what, shouldn’t all the gruelling hours I’ve put in count for something?
Well anyway I know that after a few weeks of inital pain, I do really enjoy it and it can lead to quite profound expereinces and makes me feel happier and yadda yadda. So, it’s back to the mat I go, to a new class, where they’ll think I’m a beginner and tell me things like “bend your knees if you can’t touch your toes”, “your hips must be very tight” and “try not to strain yourself”